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21 January 2008 @ 10:32 pm
blithery-bloooo  
See, this is the thing:

I'd determined that in the New Year (wot is Aught Eight), I would post less frivolous, more entertaining and substantial entries to this LJ. Thus far, I'm failing miserably. My life, it would seem, is entirely frivolous, unentertaining and insubstantial. In the past few days, I've considered posting such gripping accounts as "Taking the Slow Cooker for a Test Drive!" and "The kitties are sniffling and gagging again, but, upon consideration, they might be improving!" or "One wall in our living room is now Hunter Green!"

You see what I'm up against.

So. In brief: still ten to fifteen pounds overweight. Still teaching kickboxing twice a week (not yet getting paid the teeny amount I'll ultimately get since I'm In Training) and making every effort to actually attend class at least that often. Not writing as much as I ought, but writing more than I was this time last year. House is a mess; must remedy before A. stays over Friday next. Voice is a mess. Must hope with all fervency that somehow, miraculously, I am gifted with the vocal talents of Karen Matheson. Or anyone but me, really. I'm good (read: "can live with my moderate skills") with most songs, but I do not want 'Distant Drums' to tank. Still having issues with psoriasis, and anyone who makes a lighthearted joke about 'the heartbreak of...' may very well be on the receiving end of my killer right cross.* I miss hanging out with my sister. I'm worried about my mom.

And I know - oh, I know! - that I'm being Whingey McCrankeyPants. You can call me on it; I'll fully agree. These things aren't all that important in the greater (and, frankly, in the lesser) scheme of things. Sometimes I just need to vent.

Lest you think I've lost every shred of Pollyanna-ness, there are happy things! I may not yet be getting paid to instruct, but people are already asking after when I'm teaching kickboxing. Woohoo! There were deer grazing in the woods behind my house tonight, and there was the most beautiful woodpecker visiting the suet feeder. My one-eyed kitten continues adorable, and the older kitties are tolerating her. Isabeau even played with her for a while yesterday (they were separated by a curtain; 'twas all flailing paws and adorableness). My husband is... well, he's wonderful. Really. Stubborn, tenacious, infuriating, handsome, sweet, romantic and supportive. Winter sunsets are breathtakingly beautiful from our back deck. Splitting wood with a maul is both badass and zen. Though I waffle over Faire stuff, still!, I know this: I was an excellent, rock-solid talented jouster, a damned good fighter, a decent actress, entertaining performer, and - for a time - a heroine. And I might hate working retail, but I am a rockin' kick ASS bookseller.


there.




*as if I'd actually hit anyone. but really, I punch HARD, and with rather terrible (or wonderful, depending on your view) accuracy. just so's you know.
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wench18wench18 on January 22nd, 2008 04:25 am (UTC)
PLEASE share the slow cooker run with us. I keep meaning to use mine more. Tales from anyone about such use would serve to encourage and inspire.
Adrienne C.adrienne429 on January 22nd, 2008 05:25 am (UTC)
You are the rockin' kick ass bookseller.
Remember the look on that woman's face.
"How much have you read"

Duh!?
devyn410: shoulderdevyn410 on January 22nd, 2008 12:26 pm (UTC)
In my opinion, it's not what you write, but how you write it. I think anything you have to say is entertaining because of your style and personality. That said, don't censor yourself from writing here. Keep those words flowing. Write for the sake of writing, because it's something you need to do.
Andrewquueer on January 22nd, 2008 01:20 pm (UTC)
I'm feeling totally Kelly-deprived. I think we need more posts. And, honestly, what would normally be "lady muttering about her cats" from somebody else really is entertaining from you. So, please do post.

Also, crock-pot story: Philip got one for Christmas, so we attempted to make french dip sandwiches in it. As they were cooking, sister mary moonflower comes in and stared at the crockpot and says, "oh, what's that, is that a new microwave?"

Yes, dear, this is our new top loading stonewear microwave. Ain't it spiffy?
Jobs, baby, Jobs!: drwhosonicpicoland on January 22nd, 2008 07:56 pm (UTC)
"I know this: I was an excellent, rock-solid talented jouster, a damned good fighter, a decent actress, entertaining performer, and - for a time - a heroine. And I might hate working retail, but I am a rockin' kick ASS bookseller. "

Then you know more than most. The Bard said it best ( or did he robble Kit Marlowe.....?)
Julia: Big Damn Heroineigraine120 on January 22nd, 2008 08:09 pm (UTC)
"I know this: I was an excellent, rock-solid talented jouster, a damned good fighter, a decent actress, entertaining performer, and - for a time - a heroine. And I might hate working retail, but I am a rockin' kick ASS bookseller."

Preach it, sister!! You are all those things and much more!! And at the very least, you're still one of MY heroes.
kitmfkitmf on January 22nd, 2008 09:32 pm (UTC)
But see - your friends are interested in you. So we would like to hear about your crockpot, or your kitties, or your wall, or your kickboxing. It doesn't have to be War and Peace, just how you are doing.
(Anonymous) on January 24th, 2008 03:25 am (UTC)
okay, all that you said, and you know what you are?

Just an awesome big hearted, ass kicking one eyed kittie saving amazing person, sorry, tis all I had tonite, but I so mean it!! and it is so true!! I lack the means and the very poetic (sp? silly spelling has gone so down hill since school started!) way to say it. I love you much, I do stand in awe of you, and don't worry about Mom too much, I got it for a bit!

Give your self a wee bit of credit! (and DO NOT throw that back at me!)

Love you
Mairearanturas on January 26th, 2008 01:21 am (UTC)
Just for the record...I love to read what you write because of how it's written....